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Just a place. But I hated it. I felt like it was looking at me.
Crushed garlic, a spoonful of mustard, lemon juice, white vinegar, olive oil. Mama was very particular about her salad dressing. Daddy made it fresh just before eating, every day.
No one told me that grief would feel so much like fear.
The thing about anger is, you mustn’t let it drop or you might find out how you really feel.
Anyway that’s often what writing is, isn’t it? What you leave out.
About Sky and desire and all those things that float in our darkness, like lights on the water. Too late now. It’s all too late.
